Lorenzo & his humble friends

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool

Tag: San Domenico

Vecchie foto fiorentine

I found these pictures from 2013 in my archives. I am not sure I took them myself: I think I saw them on Facebook at the time and saved them on my desktop. Please do let me know if these pictures happen to be yours and I am violating some copyright law.

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These pictures are good memories of San Domenico di Fiesole now that I go there with a different mindset. Perhaps the Institute is changing too. Gates are mushrooming and people tend to be sober and uptight. It feels like l’esprit that characterised those hippie, privileged researchers is leaving room to a much more corporate enterprise. But maybe it is just me gazing with nostalgia at a truly wonderful period of my life.

The dustman and the dancer

December was a cold sunny month in Florence. I did not take many pictures, but the few I shot are mainly about sunsets from the EUI terrace. Then I went to Budapest for a few days and I took some other photos, almost all of which by night, in spite of the obvious limits of my camera. Perhaps this is what Budapest is all about. Still, to me the best of all these photos is the one about the unnamed dustman and the dancer. I took it in front of the National Theatre in Budapest in a freezing morning. Stop for a second and look at the contrast and the sadness. Sometimes I wish I had a better camera.

 

Memorie fiorentine di popolo

Back in the days there was a method, in my photography. Now the method is all gone. I took about twenty-twentyfive completely random pictures in my first two florentinian months. It is not easy, but if you can read through them you will learn a lot about yellow submarines, storms, spectacular falls, my attraction for the Germans, and much more.

 

The two pictures taken from the university are not mine, but Rosie‘s – who doesn’t even know me. I hope she won’t mind.